2. Claire & Jamal

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Three days later, and I still can't believe Jamal, my boss, and I had sex in his office. We even went to dinner after and had sex again at his place. Nearly six months of sexual tension being released in one night, that's left me wanting more.

But I don't even know if more is an option. I skip the usual trip to Starbucks while figuring out how I'm going to keep my composure throughout the day. I sit at my desk and focus on my computer.

And then, I can hear Jamal's footsteps behind me. And I can feel his breath across my neck when he sets my coffee down on my desk. I missed you this morning.

I smile and thank him for the coffee. Jamal heads to his office like nothing has happened between us, but the fact that I have goosebumps tells another story. Every time I pass him in the hallway my heart races, and I can feel my pussy tighten.

He smirks each time too, like it's our secret and he's enjoying the fact that we're hiding it. I'm turned on each time his eyes flick to me, while he seems totally unbothered. As the day ends and people in the office begin to clear out, I feel the heat of anticipation.

I lick my lips, then pack up my bag. I still haven't figured out if Friday was a one and done or not. I head towards the door and see Jamal put on his jacket and head out.

I start walking a bit faster to catch up with him. He grins and nods, then bites his lip when he looks me over. I feel my body quiver in response, as if he's actually touching me instead of just looking.

Jamal nods his head, inviting me to walk next to him. When we get to the lobby of the building, we both stop. I'm parked this way.

I guess I'll see you tomorrow? I feel my lips turn up and my pulse go crazy. I shiver and squeeze my thighs together and nod.

He holds the door open for me and helps me into his car. Then we head off. Jamal rubs my thigh, edging my skirt further up and glancing at the newly exposed skin before pressing harder on the gas.

We get to his home in record time. At least I know he's as eager as I am to continue. He leads me up the stairs to his apartment, turning and kissing me occasionally like he just doesn't have the patience to wait until we're inside.

Then he welcomes me to a gorgeous empty home. In the kitchen, he pours me a drink, something stronger than wine, then asks me what I'd like him to order. But all I can think about is his hands on me right now.

I set my glass down and slowly stroke over his chest. I lick across my bottom lip. Food can wait.

Good. I can't take it anymore. Before I can ask, Jamal pushes me against the counter, reaches under my skirt and runs a teasing finger over my underwear.

I gasp and hold onto his shoulders, meeting his eyes as my lips part. I need him. Sleeping together once or twice wasn't enough.

I want you, Jamal, more than just tonight. He nods and agrees, then his mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and eager. His fingers slide inside my underwear, teasing my clit until I'm drooping wet for him.

I tear at his suit, popping buttons so I can feel his skin. He's muscular and broad and so sexy. Even better, he's all mine.

His fingers slide deep inside me, and I drag my nails down his back. He keeps stroking my pussy, curling his fingers and sending pleasure ripping through me. My knees shake.

He knows just how to touch and tease to bring me to the edge. His breath in my ear and his mouth on my skin only make it hotter. I can feel his cock hardening against my thigh.

Just before I come, he pulls away and takes my shirt off. I finish undressing him as he strips me down. I'm left in my heels and nothing else, standing in front of a gorgeous, naked, very hard Jamal.

My Jamal. He lifts me to the counter and spreads my legs open. There's not an inch of me that he can't see.

He licks his lips and his eyes search me. He kisses up my thigh and licks across my slit with a groan. Then he sucks and licks my clit until I'm on the edge again.

I grind my pussy against his face, eager to cum. His fingers slide inside me again and I squirm. I can't handle feeling him inside me while he eats me out.

The combination of his tongue flicking over my clit and his fingers filling me is too much. Oh, fuck, Jamal. Fuck, don't stop.

His hand palms my ass while the other hand pinches and teases my nipple. I cum hard. My body shakes, spasms, and then practically goes limp.

Jamal scoops me up and carries me to the couch, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue. He lays me down and I nod, hands running over my body. The light touch makes me tremble.

He grins and strokes his cock before pushing his cock into my pussy. My body arches for him and my hips roll against him even as he holds still. I drag him down to kiss me hard.

He moves an inch and I bite his bottom lip. Panting, he draws back and thrusts in and out of my tight, wet pussy. One hand slides around my ass and teases my back entrance.

No one has ever been there. No one has ever asked. I need more than his finger teasing me.

I push back into his hand and his finger slips inside of my ass. I groan and nod to him. Fuck me hard, Jamal.

As hard and wild as you want. His finger keeps working my ass and he manages to get another finger in. The pain doesn't compare to how good his cock feels buried in my pussy, driving me closer to the edge with each hard thrust as his fingers fill my ass.

Watching his muscles work, the smoldering fire in his eyes as he fucks me is better than any porn I've ever seen. My back arches and a long moan echoes from my throat. He fucks me hard and fast until I almost forget my plan.

I pull him close so he can hear the whisper I'm able to get out. Fuck me in the ass. He stops for a moment, unsure until I grind down on his fingers.

Groaning, he nods. I flip over and sway my ass side to side as he gives me a hard smack. Jamal presses the head of his cock against my ass, testing me as he circles my clit with his fingers.

All at once, he spreads something over my asshole and slides in. I cry out, somewhere between blinding pleasure and pain, but as his fingers slide into my pussy, his thumb still working my clit, I know I don't want him to stop. He's putting his mouth on the back of my neck and over my shoulders, his cock thrusting in and out of me slowly, his fingers in my pussy.

It's too much. Both of us are going insane. I've never heard him so loud and the combination of his fingers and his cock are quickly pushing me over the edge.

His hips move faster, harder, and I realize I'm meeting each thrust, taking him so deep inside me as he keeps rubbing my clit. We come together, shaking and shouting as we ride the high of the orgasm together. I whimper as we lay down on the couch and he slowly pulls out of me.

Jamal rolls me over and kisses me softly, his hands caressing and stroking my body. He grins and kisses me again before he offers me a towel. We take a shower together, scrubbing and washing each other without saying a word.

I laugh a little when I realize that Jamal and I will be attending a meeting together with some important clients, first thing tomorrow morning. We should probably take separate cars to work tomorrow. Hm.

Yeah.